"Alright."

The Holy Spirit lowered their head, their expression hidden from Xiang Ling, who could only hear a sigh of resignation.

"Angel's Arsenal·Full Release."

With wings spread wide to either side, the gate of Angel's Arsenal materialized beneath the wings, lining up in a row covering half of the starry sky of The Realm, divine weapons imbued with holy attributes shimmering as they descended, appearing like a cluster of stars falling under the starlit sky.

Xiang Ling was also fierce, not backing down even in the face of such intense attacks. Swinging her long spear round and round, her spiritual power condensed into countless phantom long spears slashing, hacking, and thrusting towards the golden starry masses, holding her ground surprisingly well for a brief moment.

But brute force alone wouldn’t win her this battle.

The Holy Spirit understood this well. Since that was the case, it was better to end it sooner. With a wave of their hand, a gate much larger than the other exits of Angel's Arsenal slowly creaked open before them, and a pristine, colossal pillar descended thunderously.

No human had the ability to create such an exquisite masterpiece. The surface of the flawless white pillar was adorned with interwoven dragon-like patterns, depicting poems, paintings, and legends, as if the eons of vicissitudes were etched onto its surface.

"Hmm... Huh? Isn't that...?! This is really beyond belief, isn't it? It's unacceptable!"

Someone hidden in the shadows of The Realm gazed upon this awe-inspiring masterpiece of a pillar and couldn’t help but be astonished, their eyes widening as they watched the column hurtling towards Xiang Ling.

No kidding, even though this thing couldn't compete with so-called divine artifacts in terms of practical combat value, its significance far surpassed those instruments crafted by the gods themselves.

"The Blessing of the Creator," that's the name the gods gave it.

This pure white colossal pillar wasn't crafted by anyone, but existed long before even the birth of the gods or civilizations. It seemed to have a life of its own, continuously growing, recording the history of the world from the base to the top, capturing traces ranging from the downfall of civilizations to the fading of nations, and even the passing of individual lives.

At the highest point of information recording, there always existed a slight distance away from the pinnacle of the Blessing of the Creator. A precise measurement would reveal this distance to be 2.718 meters, not a fraction more, not a fraction less.

The only regret was that interpreting the information inscribed on it was exceptionally challenging, as even the gods struggled to accurately retrieve the needed piece of information from the vast sea of records. Nevertheless, it could still be considered a treasure.

After The Second Legendary War concluded with the victory of the Goddess of the Light, this treasure was also stored in the deepest level of Angel's Arsenal. Although its true value lay in recording history, the immense weight and indestructible nature of this colossal pillar alone were enough to make it a formidable weapon.

The immense pressure bearing down directly above made Xiang Ling's heartbeat skip a beat, her body feeling somewhat rigid. In the face of something so otherworldly, all resistance seemed futile.

She couldn't stop.

...Because freezing up in fear due to the enemy's assault was not her style at all.

Forcing herself to raise her head against the descending pure white column, Xiang Ling tightly gripped the side of her long spear with her left hand, her palm dripping with blood from the sharp blade cuts.

But the piercing pain activated her abilities, giving her the courage to face the nearly despair-inducing colossal pillar falling from the sky, daring to raise her sword for a resolute strike.

The white giant pillar crashed down, and a bright red flash suddenly lit up. The violent spiritual force burst below, causing a fierce explosion. The shockwave spread out in a circular pattern, and the intense wind pressure forced Tiran and Xingjian, who were originally fighting vigorously, to defend themselves in place to avoid being blown away. The indestructible pillar of the Creator God Bless also showed a slight tremor.

"Such a strong human."

A hint of surprise appeared in the eyes of the Holy Spirit. The pillar of the Creator God Bless, which only released a small part and already occupied half of The Realm sky, reached its appearance limit as the martial library gateway closed and disappeared.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Countless small and large tears and wounds appeared on Xiang Ling's body due to attacks that exceeded the limit of exertion, making him look as if he had been pulled out of a pool of blood, with blood dripping to the ground and quickly forming a puddle at his feet.

At the center of the attack range of the Creator God Bless, a girl stood stubbornly, holding a long spear with one hand.

Apart from withstand the attack of the Creator God Bless, what surprised the Holy Spirit even more was Xiang Ling's eyes still brimming with the will to fight, like a burning flame on the polar ice fields.

But it ends here.

With the recovery of the perception of the surrounding laws, the effect of "Burning Bridges" has ended, and whether Xiang Ling can fight again is now a question mark. They have already won.

...

"What is this...!"

Aya, who woke up from unconsciousness, heard a crisp clanking sound, and when she looked down, she found herself with handcuffs on her wrists connected by golden chains, locking her within a fixed range.

This place seemed to no longer be Xingjian's The Realm, but the surroundings were still a never-ending deep black. The ground beneath her feet, however, was intricately patterned with light trails, forming a circular formation that seemed to be some kind of array, with herself at the... center?

Aya immediately had a bad feeling about this.

The last image in her memory was struggling and resisting when she was hit from behind and knocked unconscious. Now, whether it was Yuan or Xingjian, both were nowhere to be seen.

Aya tried to break free from the golden handcuffs on her hands using her brute force and Qi scales, but it had absolutely no effect, and she had no idea what material these were made of.

Drip. Drip.

Faint footsteps approached from afar, the sound coming from behind her.

Struggling to turn her head under the pull of the chain, a graceful girl in white approached steadily.

"Minglin?"

The immortal who she had left behind but who had resurrected.

However, the current girl seemed to have more vitality in her eyes compared to the Minglin she remembered, no longer showing the confusion and hesitation she had seen during their initial fusion.

"It's me." Minglin came up behind Aya, revealing a warm smile. It felt like greeting a close neighbor when leaving the house in the morning, completely different from the girl who was still struggling with whether to destroy the world a few days ago.

"Your smile is making me uneasy." Aya felt a bit uncomfortable in her neck, slowly turning her head back and shaking the handcuffs on her hands uneasily.

"Well... how did Master Yuan put it? The problem is huge, and being uneasy won't help." Minglin thought for a moment, then answered seriously.

Hey hey, what's with the strange title of "Master Yuan"? The feeling of unease in Aya's heart grew stronger. Could it be that Minglin has sorted things out with that guy named Yuan?

Of course, whether to handle this with a war of words or with another kind of "pao" in a different sense is a whole other matter.

"Well, since both of us were unlucky enough to be bundled up and brought back by that guy Yuan, how about revealing what that guy wants to do?" Aya was still thinking about extracting some intelligence. Dealing with that cunning Yuan was beyond him, and getting some information out of the innocent Minglin was a piece of cake.

To Aya's surprise, Minglin answered without hesitation, which left Aya a bit dumbfounded:

"Lord Yuan wishes to see a true immortal, or using your term, a deity, Aya."

"Wait a minute, are you saying I'm a deity... hey, what does that mean?!" A question mark slowly crept into Aya's mind, but before he could pause to contemplate the difference, a warm and tender sensation suddenly reached him from behind, a strange and delightful fragrance piercing his nostrils, causing Aya's body to stiffen momentarily.

Aya had some experience in this area and he could bet his life that he was being embraced from behind by a girl! A soft and delicate body pressed against his back, slender arms encircled his neck, and a sweet breath whispered in his ear... But at times like this, Aya never veered towards those embarrassing thoughts. Instead, he only felt like Minglin might twist his neck the next moment.

Of course, contrary to Aya's expectation of having his neck twisted, Minglin quietly embraced him from behind.

"Um, Miss Minglin, I mean, Great deity, what exactly are you doing! I already have someone I like!"

"No, no, Aya, you're overthinking it. Probably no romantic interest here."

Yuan's irritating voice chimed in at the most inappropriate time, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Upon hearing Yuan's voice, Aya also tensed up, and even neglected Minglin who was pressed against him.

"I prefer to call it moving into a new home... uh, receiving a new residence?"

"A new home? For me?" Aya raised an eyebrow, not quite grasping Yuan's meaning all at once.

"Of course, Aya, you will be reborn as the vessel of a deity. Aren't you excited?"

"Uh... What?!"

At this point, even if Aya was slow on the uptake, he understood.

After the merger of the consciousnesses of Yin and Yang, although Minglin was not a true revival, the Jade Palace Danxins containing spiritual power were gradually eradicated over a long period of time with the body. Though still invincible under the category of immortals, she was not a real deity.

To create a new deity, Minglin needed a strong body with a Jade Palace Danxin.

"So you chose me?"

"Bingo~ Oh, in a way, I guess I'm lusting after your body."

For the person involved, this joke was far from funny.

"If Minglin really takes over my body, what will happen to me?"

"I don't know, it's my first time dealing with such a thing. Hopefully, it will be gentle..." Yuan's voice suddenly sounded a bit shy.

"Don't just recklessly drive ahead!"

Aya was truly hopeless about this fellow, who may be a weirdo but was flawlessly executing grandiose plans like ushering in demons to the Main Dimension, awakening and creating deities.

Can we struggle a bit more at this point?

Aya's gaze fell unconsciously on the shackles around her wrists.

It was as if Yuan, who seemed to be observing Aya nearby, added aptly, "There's no chance to resist anymore, because the process of creating a god has already begun."

The enormous Magic array on the ground shimmered, and Aya suddenly felt as if a massive force was forcibly penetrating her body.